The fortune teller knows Yin and Yang, and the reason for holding hands is:
Strange faces, lost in autumn and spring through the ages.
Walnut, eyebrow carving ring.
Zodiac plans food alone.
In the end, you are poor and dead. Who will raise your grave?
Recalling the blessed day, the wilderness coincides with you.
The head of the household died young, and the eldest son was paid.
The child had a stroke and his life was dying, but he was only ten days old.
The lamb looked at the end of the road and rushed to the Lord God.
God knows the truth, but the evil son is willing to cherish his body?
Today, I am still in my hometown, wandering alone in the street.
The old house sighs with ashes, and the red door stands.
Weeds buried the road and the years paid off.
Flowers and leaves fade, and life ends in dust.
There are trees in front of the court, shaking them down and remembering old friends.
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I don't know grandma's last name, but the name on the topic was invented by me. This is because her second son is mentally ill and has a big bag on his head. Everyone in the village calls him "second brother", so I call him mother, second brother and grandmother.
Before writing this essay formally, set off the atmosphere and set a tone for the following development.
Said grandma had a pimple in her heart and divined. At the sight of her, the fortune teller was stunned. Ask her who she is. She said she was a chicken. Mr. Shugua looked at her palm again and sighed. Take a closer look at her five senses: a walnut face, all of which are crowded together. The wrinkles on my forehead are like knives, and each one contains a period of suffering.
The fortune teller finally came to the conclusion in despair: alas! I can't stand your divination money today. You, a thousand-year-old evil native, are destined to be a chicken and a lonely chicken. When I get old, I have no relatives around, so I have to eat in the dirt by myself.
(2)
The fortune teller is right. Grandma's life is really hard.
Grandpa died young with a pimple. I don't remember him very much, except that people call him, uh, braid. Maybe it's because in the last few years of his stay in Aisin Gioro, his braids are more distinctive.
Grandpa Ajie left two sons to Grandma Ajie after his death.
The eldest son is a cripple. He weaves wicker baskets for a living and has a certain cultural accomplishment. In his spare time, the lame boss always likes to study ancient books and spread sensational news in the street all day. After a while, he said, Americans called us. After a while, he said: last night, watching the celestial phenomena, the guest star violated the emperor. It's going to change, or something. As a result, the village security director was annoyed and criticized him twice. Scold: Your mother pulled a place B and talked nonsense, tied a hemp rope to the countryside and found a group of people to criticize you, turtle grandson!
The second child, well, is the second hero of this article. I was honest when I was a child and was very popular with teachers at school. It's just that there is no hair in the center of the head and a big pimple has grown. Ancient books say that people are different and will have more prospects in the future. For example, it is said that Saint Kong has a bag on his head, which looks like a hill, so he was named Kong Qiu.
But these two acne are not saints after all, but can only be regarded as severe disabilities. When I was a teenager, the acne on my head was scary and my brain was broken. When he looks at people, he always tilts his head and squints his eyes. The saliva in his mouth is so long.
The most unbearable thing is that when the madness of those two zits breaks out, they will strip off their clothes and run all over the street, and run where there are many people. Alas, so many young wives and girls in the street will definitely jump up and curse when they see this scene. Those knights and men will fight bravely. As a result, Second Sister was often beaten by others. Of course, people generally don't hit him on the head, and no one can afford this responsibility.
At that time, I remember it very clearly. Whenever I see my second sister coming out of my house, those children will sing: Second sister, elder sister, there is a chicken nest on my head. After singing the song, we will run home quickly.
(3)
Growing up, I always felt sorry for my grandmother. Every time I see her, I always have a look of pity. "Grandma, grandma" keeps calling. But one thing completely changed my impression of her.
At that time, Grandma Ajie and a group of old ladies were playing cards in the shade of the village head, with a few cents of prize money. When I passed by, some old ladies quarreled over cheating at cards. I heard my grandmother feel wronged and shouted angrily: Who hid it? Who hid it? Whoever hides it will stick the card on her B.
God, I'm completely shocked. This, this, this is much more fierce after 00.
There is another thing that fellow villagers talk about, which is about grandma's saving. It is said that one night, when Grandma Ajie cleared the dining table, she found a piece of "sauce" left on the table. Grandma Ajie didn't want to throw it away, so she stretched out a finger and wiped it away toward the black sticky substance. Still chanting: ah, why did you drop a piece of sauce? And then it went straight to the mouth.
Then. Oh, my God, it's just a piece of chicken shit.
The old man died early, and the old woman dragged her two sons, one disabled and the other crazy, and lived a hard life. Daughter-in-law? Then forget it. But if the two sons can maintain the status quo, they can survive. However, fate has always let her go.
Later, Grandma Jie believed in Christianity, but this did not hinder Grandma Jie's acting style.
Once, Grandma Ajie came back from a church in a foreign village and passed by a long field of leeks. When no one was around, she ran to pull out leeks. Even when doing such a thing, she didn't forget to pray. Every time you pull one, pray: thank god, don't let others find out. God bless, there is only one left. Wait a minute.
As a result, on the way home, grandma sprained her foot and limped home with leeks. Others say that God the Father and the Lord are at work.
(4)
That pimple penis is getting crazier and crazier. Treat outsiders, afraid of being beaten, afraid to run around. So he aimed at his lame brother who often put cannons in his mouth. The lame boss got angry and started fighting. But after all, his limbs are incomplete and he can't beat his silly brother. He is often beaten black and blue by two lumps.
Once, in the street, everyone heard the lame boss pointing to the penis of a pimple and making a determined effort: Mom pulled a place B, just tonight, just tonight, ask Ma Shang Village (his cousin) and Dongzhuang (his cousin's husband) to pimp your pimple and do your boy's work in the dead of night!
However, the lame brother didn't do the work of the crazy brother after all, but let his brother do it. One cold winter morning, the lame old man was found dead in the sheepfold. His head was planted in the sheep dung heap and his leg was broken on the sheepfold fence. There is an unused pesticide bottle around.
Therefore, the pimple in grandma's heart can only live with the rest of the crazy second child. I often see her and pray with her silly son. Her little feet are twitching. That silly son, staring at others, smirked. But I haven't seen him streaking in the street for a long time. I haven't heard that grandma has a knot in her heart and pulled out other people's leeks. She is really religious.
? (5)
Don't say, I really have a chance to communicate with my grandmother about my heart. It's a little embarrassing to mention it. That year, I didn't do well in a winter vacation exam in junior high school, and my heart was not smooth. On the morning of New Year's Day, my father brought it up again for some reason. I was angry and had a quarrel with my father. ? On New Year's Day, I didn't have the courage to "die" and ran out alone. This is a kind of anger.
? It is conceivable that in the early morning of the first day of the New Year, amid the firecrackers in the village and the blessings of others, a child over half a year old pushed a broken bicycle and walked out of the house in the biting cold wind, despite his mother's repeated obstruction, with tears in his eyes.
On that day, the fog on the Yuan Ye was very thick, and the poplars with all the leaves dropped ice particles. Needless to say, they are despondent, and some of them smell like they can't go home, and they smell like lost dogs.
On that Yuan Ye path, I saw a figure staggering ahead. It is not an acquaintance, so he stepped forward and walked forward against the cold wind. I took a closer look and found it was grandma. Her white hair is messy and her wrinkles are deeper. Broken cotton-padded jacket and trousers, surrounded by a tattered gray headscarf. There is a thick layer of ice on the sideburns.
When we met face to face, both sides were very surprised. I asked her: Grandma, where are you going on such a cold day during the Spring Festival? Do you need me to show you the way
Grandma Ajie didn't care about my situation, just looked at me numbly and told me in a faint tone: I just want to go. Without you, the Lord won't let me die on the road. I'm going to church. My acne is dying, and the Lord will not let him go. The man in the family went early, and the eldest son was poisoned in the sheepfold, leaving him alone. Although he is stupid and crazy, he is the only one left. The fortune teller said that when I die, I have to plan my own food. This is the only one. We can't live without him. The Lord will not leave me.
I suddenly felt a chill in my back. I obviously feel that a life is fragile. I clearly feel that before the creator, we are as small as a dust in the sky. I was like, what the hell? But I don't have the heart to talk.
Suddenly I feel very lucky, my parents at home are still waiting for me, and my relatives may not really laugh at me. Isn't it an exam? Isn't it just a few words with dad? Am I really gone forever? Escape is a way out? At least, I am young, healthy and have a good family environment. At the very least, I am much happier than this family!
I feel ashamed to see the old man in his seventies staggering and firm steps. Well, it's kind of a spiritual baptism. Although I don't believe in religion, God or even fate. But I finally turned around and walked towards my home with my head held high. In the face of the doomed wind and rain, I bravely walked up.
When I was about to get home, my neighbor told me that my mother was going crazy looking for me.
(6)
? Later, I heard that her pimple penis was still dead. No one knows where or how he died. It was he who went crazy and ran outside. Even the bones are lost somewhere.
Later, grandma's pimple finally died. As the fortune teller said, when she died, she had no relatives around. She can only continue to pray to her father in her weak voice. She can only dig food out of the soil with her withered and pale hands.
Going back to my hometown this Spring Festival, I passed by my grandmother's old yard. It's gone. The owner has already changed, and the new house has been built, with high walls, magnificent doors and glazed tiles. What remains unchanged is that only the old tree at the door is still standing in the cold wind. Reminds people of the fresh life that once flashed under this tree.
It is said that when grandma died of pimples, because she had no children, even the person who threw the crock could not be found. As a result, only the next generation of children from her family were dragged to fall in love with her. On the condition that the young man will inherit her old house in the future. This young man is the future owner of this new house. In the eyes of many people in the village, the young man found a treasure.
? Those humble lives, with an inescapable curse of fate, quietly fell with the cold wind in the north. Don't leave even a trace of this cruel world.
May grandma and her relatives rest in peace in heaven!